what and where is calamity
this is a picture
words no less haunt me
like the secondary yesterday
we'd all like to forget this spite
where are you now, this is the question
streaming the idea forth
what is it your getting at
this is a picture
of what
this is a picture
the trees grow upward amongst themselves
each individual artform within itself
these are the tears we shed
falling leaves and autumn breeze
rollercoasters and oil tycoons
rollercoasters and oil tycoons
the rails
these chain gang times
we fall amongst ourselves
one up...one down
where is certanty
leaves continue to fall
the obscurity of it all.
bad poet?
struggling artist?
you think i know? (no)
